With What Authority

 History is repeating with Christianity. All throughout history millions of people have been murdered in the name if ‘God’. The only difference is nowadays anyone or anything that goes against ’God’ is oppressed and discriminated against, hated and threatened on a daily basis. 

All because their religion claims it’s a sin. Just because their ‘God’ claims to be the only god, doesn’t make it true. A belief is exactly that a belief. Not everyone believes in what you believe just as you don’t believe in other religions. It’s called being aware. 

Point is all those other people throughout history judged and condemned innocent people for a ‘God’, for a religion that has only been around for 2 thousand years give or take when Hinduism is the oldest religion; being 4 thousand years old. Become self aware. 

No one has the right to deem what constitutes as a sin, not even a ‘God’.

When Can I live as Me

 Caught in an endless loop of being forced to be someone I’m not. Since I can remember I was always told who to be , how to act. I was never able to be myself. 

The cycle continues today. I finally recognize who I want to be and who I was always meant to be yet I’m still forced to conform and be who they want me to be. Society, friends, family. If anyone ever took the time to realize my personality and everything that is me all connects with Kai. 

The sheep are blinded by societal norms not comprehending that a gender does not define a person. A name is not what makes a person who they are. If a person feels uncomfortable with how they look or feel they have a right as a human being to express themselves in whatever way makes them comfortable. 

Whispers of Green

In the hush of night, where shadows dwell,  

A tender leaf, a story to tell.  

Embers ignite in the solitude's embrace,  

Each inhale whispers—a gentle grace.  

Thoughts untangle like vines in bloom,  

Lifting the veil of an oppressive gloom.  

Color dances where silence once reigned,  

A mind reborn, no longer constrained.  

Through swirling smoke, a cosmos appears,  

Releasing the weight of unspoken fears.  

In laughter’s echo and peace’s soft sigh,  

Maryjane’s gift lets spirits fly high.

A hush unfolds where burdens cease,

A breath unchained, a whispered peace.

In quiet light, the soul unwinds,

A sanctuary where calmness binds. 

Little Sheep

 

**Bleat, little sheep, bleat—**

Veiled in wool, you follow blind,  

Led astray by shepherds' hands.  

**Bleat, little sheep, bleat—**  

Shake loose the flock’s embrace,  

Awaken to your own voice.  

**Bleat, little sheep, bleat—**  

Why should another’s identity matter,  

When it brings no harm to you?

**Bleat, little sheep, bleat—**  

Turning away from those who are different

Casting judgment on what you cannot comprehend

**Bleat, little sheep, bleat—**  

We are human—selfish, flawed,  

Far from perfect, but not beyond repair.  

**Bleat, little sheep, bleat—**  

Empathy’s touch could heal this world,  

A kindness simple, yet profound.  

So strip away conformity’s chains.

Tear apart the box 

they placed you in.

Rise— not in the herd’s shadow, 

but in your own light.

I’m Selfish Because

 I’m selfish 

But not in the way 

you understand it 

I don’t desire material things 

or worldly delights 

my selfishness 

lies with my son

I’m selfish 

because I want to surrender 

Put up the white flag 

to the war in my mind 

I’m selfish

because sometimes 

the mask I don cracks and crumbles

and I selfishly want it to finally

come undone 

For if I am nothing, I am free

 

 

An object

Something delicate 

Never truly equal

The times may change,  but the mind is set

Locked, stuck in a perpetual loop 

Man before woman

Gender conformity has ran amok for millennia

I chose to be open in mind

Free to accept and understand unconditionally 

If I so choose this gender-less life

why would that affect you

Is it because you can no longer control this body

the one you deem necessary to believe

has anything to do with me as a person 

A body

A personal place 

that has no reason to be known 

my body is my own

Does not define me 

I define who I become 

For if I am nothing, I am free

Too Loud

Give me the lobotomy

Make me fucking dead

It’s so fucking loud in here

Get these voices out my head